~Julia
Miller laid down on the floor and his head was just beneath my ass. He spread my legs for access and began to lick my p***y while Finn's small c**k was deep in my mouth, but my body belonged to Miller in that moment.
He slid beneath me on the bed, his strong hands grabbing my thighs and pulling them further apart.
"Oh god, Miller," I moaned, the sound muffled by Finn as Miller buried his face in me.
He didn't just lick; he used his tongue to f**k my hole, pushing deep and fast until I was sobbing with pleasure. The contrast was insane—Finn’s quiet, inexperienced shaking above me and Miller’s expert, hungry tongue below. I was soaking wet, my juices dripping onto Miller’s face as he worked me over.
Once he had me screaming into Finn’s lap, Miller shifted. He moved lower, his to
